I just realized na five years na pala akong nagsusulat. I forgot to greet myself with a happy fifth-year anniversary last January 7, exactly on my birthday. I still remember it all—how I began to be fascinated by words, and as a newbie at fourteen, I started this journey through writing short stories and Tagalog poems.
Hindi ko akalaing ganoon kabilis lumipas ang panahon dahil parang kailan lang, I would still write the chapters sa mga notebook ko noong high school na may blank pages pa before I would type it on Wattpad. Samantalang ngayon, diretso ko nang tina-type sa Word ng laptop ko. Nakaka-miss din makitang nababawasan 'yong tinta ng ballpen ko because it means I'm having a progress.
Mag-five years na rin pala sa July ang first ever novel na nasulat ko, which is Bittersweet Choices—na sa t'wing binabasa ko ulit ngayon as a grown-up writer, I can still feel the touch of my naivety and innocence. Actually, after writing that book, I've seen my gradual improvements; that's why it will forever hold a special place in my heart. Now in this year, exactly on my fifth year as a writer, I'm hoping that I will have To Trust the Dawn completed—dahil saktong pang-limang book ko talaga siya.
Anyway, my heart's really crying because I've already outgrown my characters (their ages when their stories started: eighteen and below). I'm hoping for more improvements and achievements as a writer throughout my journey. I hope I will never lose my spark and excitement to write because I've already considered writing as a long-term commitment. Sana hindi lang ako hanggang limang taon at for a lifetime na talaga because I don't see myself not pursuing a writing career in the future.
Iyon lang. Wish ko sana sa taong ito ay mabasbasan ng maraming readers, charz. With readers or not, magsusulat pa rin naman ako. I just really want to know if I was able to touch someone's heart or save someone's soul through my words.
Belated happy fifth-year anniversary to me as a writer!
